Doll, stars, blind
Carmine was casing the house he planned to hit next. It might sound cliché but it was necessary if you intended to do a job and get away clean. So far everything he had seen pointed to an incredibly easy robbery. The woman who lived here (alone no less) was blind. Cut the phone lines and it couldn’t get any easier than this. She would have no way to call for help. This was going to be obnoxiously easy and if there’s anything Carmine liked, it was a smooth job. He had done his homework. Read the rest of this entry
Monocle, Owl, Lamp
Linz, Austria. April 30, 1945.
A man moved casually down a dark alley, unafraid of the dense fog and dark shadows. Seen only from behind he was any old Joe; any man with an overcoat and hat, collar up against the cold winter night. He stopped in front of a doorway, checked the address against a paper in his hand and knocked.
An elderly gentleman with uncommonly long fingers answered the door and took the invitation that the visitor held out. His hand slid into his suit pocket and retrieved a monocle with which he read the engraved words. The elderly butler removed the glass piece and deposited it into his pocket before addressing the gentleman on the step. Read the rest of this entry
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Troll, Faerie, Magical
In the darkest woods you might be chased
By a fey little man with an elfin face, Read the rest of this entry